Go ahead. Claim your mental-inventions here.

I mental-invented the moving sidewalk when I was in 5th grade, out of a burst of late-night mindwandering… All that thinking was a part of my strategy to keep myself awake in case The Aliens were going to try to abduct me. With this imagination, just a commercial for The X-Files would keep me awake for nights. Go ahead and laugh. And embarrass the 12-year-old Mandy within me. But, then one day, the grown-up Mandy went to the airport and couldn’t believe her eyes. Someone had stolen my idea for the moving sidewalk.

 

And, while I’m at it, I’m also gonna stake my claim for the Jean-Horn. You know someday someone’s gonna figure out how to make a shoe-horn for your butt. And when that day comes, I’ve got witnesses that can verify my intellectual rights to that. Right? Who’s with me?

(Ok. Back to what really matters here: fun and random comments!) Have you had any mental-inventions that you’d like to claim here?

Now’s your chance.

(Postscript: I’m writing this at 10:30pm with all the lights off in the house. The train horn just scared me and, while typing this, I thought I saw a light out of the corner of my right eye. Twice… Great.)

Artist vs Technology

“The Noreaster,” a writer in New England, posted this in the comments of the Elizabeth Gilbert post on creative genius – one of the most profound things I’ve ever read on this blog:

I remember last winter I was in the middle of a late night conversation with the Muse and then suddenly, He just left. At first I thought I just lost my train of thought, but I can usually find it again if I review my notes and my physical steps — literally being in the exact same place doing the exact same thing will let me get it back. Even if the only thing I have to write is a piece of toilet paper while I’m — okay, I’ll leave that part out. But, I was onto something big — or so I thought (in a different place and situation) — when suddenly every thought I had about the subject vanished in an instant. Just like that. And you something? I was furious. Oh man, was I mad. I mean it. And I let God know how I felt about it, too: “I almost had it! Why did You leave?!?!” Actually, God will never leave. And, assuming I’m not completely off my rocker: angels are messengers so maybe, just maybe, they play a role here, too. Honestly, I reaally think they do. Because I’ve felt that something from someone outside of me…

…And I just got a text message, which means I lost my train of thought.

But, don’t worry; I’ll be back. :wink:

A few minutes go by, then:

Back.

And I love how the concept Gilbert presents here totally takes the burden off my shoulders. I think Orson Wells would have had a much longer, better, and more fulfilling film career if he hadn’t taken so much of the burden upon himself. And then, of course, there are musicians who simply can’t live with the burden of, say — I am so ignoroing that text message — can’t live with the burden of having created something so big. It’s why Elvis died and why M&M had to write Recovery. But if you look at Bono — I sure wish that red light would stop telling me I have a text msg — if you look at Bono, he always always always took God with Him out for a night on the town, even if he was just doing the snake dance. And that’s how and why, in large part, he is so good at what he does onstage and everything else he does offstage. He ultimately gives credit where credit is due and when we don’t do that, when we assume sole responsibility for what our creativity creates, it destroys us. You see it all the time in an age of “celebrity culture” — and that red light is seriously getting [on] my nerves…too doistracting. Our brains are not built for multi-tasking; I don’t [care] what anybody says.

I’ll be back.

He didn’t come back.

And this is exactly why I have to turn off the internet, silence my phone, and sit in solitude to really crank out songs.

How do you battle the war with technology in your own life?

Reason #1 why I don’t want an iPhone.

I saw this commercial recently and thought, “Thanks, Verizon. You confirmed my hesitations to get a smartphone.”

I know, I know. I’m a techie. I’m all into the internet and gadgets and such. If I ever break down and get an iPhone or a Droid my life will quickly become out of control. I have a hard enough time putting my mac down… Imagine if I could take those capabilities with me wherever I went. I know better than to give myself that ease of access.

Because, I’m also into solitude. I’m also into unplugging at the beach. I’m also into weekend getaways where I can actually get away.

And I’m also into quality time – really engaging in face-to-face relationships with people who are right here right now. I know better than to send a quick text to one of my favorite funny friends before I go into a lunch mentor meeting. The phone would beep “text” and I would die from trying NOT to pick up the phone and read what they sent.

In some ways, I think we have forsaken the “now” for the sake of the “next” – next phone call – next email – next funny thing on twitter – next person who wants our attention through our gadget. What about the now? What about the person sitting across the table from us?

Let’s admit it: Sometimes we can be downright rude to the person we’ve invited to spend some time with us.

And, yeah, let’s admit this as well: It is SO HARD to step away from the gadgets. SO HARD.

How good are you at stepping away and unplugging? At giving attention to relationships? Why do you think this struggle is so hard for people like us?

Because he’s better than me at nearly everything but cooking and singing. Yes. He’s even better at blogging.

So my husband got a kick out of my cell phone the other day, even though it really frustrated and confused me. I’m not gonna spoil the surprised by telling you why. But I will let you read HIS side of the story.

On his blog.

Yes, he actually has one, y’all. And he posts once a in a blue millenium.

And, if you’re wondering whether or not you should click on over, I’ll give you the first sentence as a preview:

OK, so Mandy’s phone woke up early the other morning and found itself several hundred miles to the east.